It’s just my opinion.

There are two things that make life worth living. They belong at opposite ends of any spectrum and in their contradiction they remind us that we are alive.

The smallest of observations. The subtlest of insights. The moments of clarity.

And the biggest of dreams.

Everything in the middle is what we see. The middle is our day to day - the movements we make - the things that happen to us. Some days are more fun, and some days are less.

But it is in the biggest of dreams and the smallest of details that we know we’re alive. Our dreams become our driving force and our details become our simplest of answers.

Two poles that when held together, make everything worthwhile.